Man in The Box
Man in The Box (10/8/2007)
Please take your place and sit next to the others
The candles are lit now and the casket is covered
Memories smothered by the tears you’ve been crying
You haven’t discovered that this dead man is lying
The truth he’s been hiding’s that he’s really a sadist
Burying others just to take in their faces
Living’s so tasteless until you erase it
Then pain turns to grief and your tears are erasers
Sobs of the fakers, you stage hands and players
Caring and loving when you’re all really haters
Sick masturbators who fondle their sickness
Death unto others til it’s time to dismiss this
Til you find a new victim, quick just like this kid did
Dead in a casket, false memories fixed it
We’re all into sick shit, we’re all so perverted
Fingering wounds til it’s all introverted
Making us nervous, the victim’s the witness
The one who can’t speak though we all wish to listen
Shadowy halls hide the stories and pictures
Our devious ways tucked away in these fissures
The cracks in our minds that tell the whole story
The one’s who are perfect lead lives that are boring
Killing each other til we all keep this secret
The man in the box has the truth and he’ll keep it
Notes: I was listening to some music and this image came to me of congregation at the funeral of a man they all hated because he was wicked and evil and knew they were, too. I rarely write fictional pieces, but this one felt too good to pass up.
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